SHIPMATES

Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 253, 22 July 1929, Page 9

SHIPMATES

A WATERFRONT INCIDENT. The following dialogue took place between two bibulous seamen, on the waterfront, one day last week, as they rolled along, arm-in-arm: «S uess ?,?J„ clean yoa u »> PUJfty Quick.” “You will?” “Yeh. I will." “Could you?” “Always.” “You ain’t known me always.” “No matter.” “The Mannasah Mauler?” “Nope. Nor the ’Cisco Cyclone, neither.” “Some Kid.” “Yeh, and then some more." “Where’s the gang?” “What gang?” “To help you.” “Gang, nothing. Say, quit leaning on me, anyway.” “I ain’t I’m holding you up.” “You are?” “Yeh, I am.” “When I’m through with you your eyes will look like prunes.” “Maybe.” “Not ‘maybe’—SUßE.” “Champ, slogger, eh?” “Yah, Jes’ ’wait” “Top-liner.” “No. Full-pager.” “ ’Phone the reporters.” "What for?” “Big story.” They’ll get it at the inquest” “Whose?” “Yours.” “Guessing, ain’t you?” “Not much. Wait till we're aboard ship.” “Ain’t you postponing things?” “Wrong again.” “Want to consult your manager first?” “I’ll stake fifty dollars you’re had your last drink.” “Could you do with a drink?” “Sure. Anything in the bottle?" “Lots.” “You have first pull.” . “Guess —this (gurgle)—is better’n that San Pedro hooch (gurgle). Eh?” “Forget it, kid. After you with the bottle.” —I.M.L.